Watched a movie at home tonight that was a story that took place during the great depression. Reminded me of stories that my Dad used to tell of growing up during the depression. I then got to thinking about all the mud huts and extreme poverty that I have seen over the years of going to Sierra Leone. We are not rich by any stretch of the imagination but I have never missed a meal because I couldn’t afford food. Comparing ourselves with much of the world results in me declaring myself a rich man. The Bible says that God has chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and Jesus also said that it easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than a rich man to get into heaven. All that simply means that our money is a major barrier to our spiritual growth. We worry about it, love it, trust in it, depend on it for our joy. Sounds like an idol. I know that God’s remedy for loving money is to give sacrificially to God’s work regularly and faithfully. It is always hard to give away what I know I could use, but God is faithful and He will bless the one who makes God first. I will trust God always.